The Gift

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    The Gift

    Soaring high into the heavens
    I watch the beautiful Earth below
    How does it feel to be immortal?
    How will you ever know?
    To be free of all sickness and death
    a vampire, that's what I be
    for I fear nothing of this world
    no chains shall dare hold me
    I feed at will and when I choose
    No one would dare refuse
    For I can give you everything
    That you could ever need or use
    For if you want this perfect gift
    you must give yourself to me
    to share my life, my love, my all
    for all eternity.

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    gregster commented on The Gift

    07-21-2010

    u really talented for a vampire.well written.keep it up

    teasasue commented on The Gift

    09-21-2009

    this is a good poem, I enjoyed reading this one, :)

    HeavenlyAngel commented on The Gift

    01-20-2009

    this is beautiful.. although eternity seems to long for me with all the suffering and bad that is upon us, i almost feel that with reading this it could change my mind. very good!

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Vampi’s Poems (18)

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    Alizia 8
    Torment 8
    The Night Feeds 8
    The Gift 4
    Nocturnal Animals 3
    Night Dreams 5
    Night Calls 3
    Mommy's Down 2
    God's Gift To The Lonely 0
    Victim of Life 3
    St. Pete 0
    Rapture 0
    Paranoia 2
    My Prayer 3
    Inside Looking Out 1
    Immortal Webs 2
    Revenge is a Four Letter Word 3
    B.C. 0